Friday, April 20, 2007

Some Advice

I, like many of my peers, spent a lot of time insisting than I knew better than my parents. And in some ways, I still think I do, BUT in dealing with the little things for example, checking your pockets for pens before you throw a huge load of white uniforms into the wash, listening to your mothers may be advisable. I’ll give you 3 guesses of what I did last night.
Yup. Yup. Four, count’m, FOUR of my white uniform shirts are hanging in my bathroom, dotted with ugly black splotches all over the crisp, white linen. I cried. I cried hard. I’ve spent any and all free time today scrubbing these things with any recommendations I can get my hands on. I went to the hardware store, I called a couple of cleaners, I talked to students and staff at the school. I’ve got a list in my head of various products and home remedies to try tonight when I get home. I’m excited. Actually I’m as pissed off as I’ve been in a long, long while.
“Check your pockets!” My mother always yelled at me for leaving earrings, Kleenex, and coins in my jeans. Even at age 24 my mother-in-law now yells at me for it as well. And as I sit in my bathroom scrubbing a hole into my new uniforms yelling "Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!" all I can think is. I should’ve listened to my mother.

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